Escort Girls B3 - Lucy Stiff Pt 2

Lucky Stiff

Book Three of the Escort Girls Anthology

By Magda McKune

Part 2

CHAPTER 5

"I could use a shower," I grimaced in disgust, heading toward the hallway of her apartment.

The cop closed the front door and set her gym bag onto the floor and said, "You go ahead. I'll clean up later."

I stopped and turned with a hand on one hip. "We could always conserve water and shower together."

"That's all right," she dismissed, crossing to the recliner. "You go on ahead."

I took a couple steps closer to her as she dropped into the easy chair. "I thought you were supposed to protect me," I sighed lustily, peeling the tight leotard top from my shoulders and exposing my full breasts to her. "Stay within arm's reach so to speak."

The woman sat silently watching me, her eyes riveted to my body as I slowly undressed before her. "There might be a bad bogeyman in the bathroom," I pouted, pushing my workout clothes to my ankles and kicking the outfit aside. "Or what if I get all lightheaded from my strenuous workout?" I cooed, stepping nearer, my fingertips lightly tracing from my navel across my tummy to the crease beneath my ripe melons. "I might swoon from exhaustion and fall." I paused before her, my fingers encircling the dark areola around my hardening nipples. "You wouldn't want me to hurt myself, would you?"

"I'm sure you'll be fine."

"But having you near me I'll be even better."

"I'll be right out here."

"Party poop."

After a quick shower, I returned from the bathroom wearing a large towel wrapped around my body knotted at my chest. Louise glanced up from reading her magazine. "Feel cleaner?"

"My mind is still as dirty as ever."

"No big surprise there."

"You don't approve of me much, do you?" I snorted crossing to the couch.

"I don't judge people."

"Sure you do. Everybody judges -- they just don't want to admit it." I sat on the cushion close to her and tucked my legs under me. "You think I'm a slut and a whore, fucking any guy who comes my way. Well, I'll tell you one thing Miss Lady Detective, what I do with my body is my business. I had to put up with a lot of shit before I became an escort. Now I wear nice clothes and dine at fancy restaurants and I'll tell you one thing right now, I more than paid my dues, over and over again. One thing I've learned is that life is too fucking short. You gotta take all that life has to offer or you'll hate yourself for letting it slip through your fingers." I tilted my head to the side and raked my hand through my wet hair. "Champagne, limousines, diamond necklaces -- shit honey, I'm out to experience all the pleasures life has to offer. And if I want to screw some strange dude in some no name nowhere motel that's my business. You said yourself someone may be trying to kill me. Who knows, they might succeed. I want to leave this world knowing I savored every precious moment, not regretting past opportunities."

"Quite a philosophy."

I regarded my protector evenly. "People complain they don't have enough pleasures in their lives. As an escort I try to give it to them. Some of those pleasures may be sexual. If that makes me a whore then so be it."

"You're not a whore."

"Oh, I don't know," I ruminated resting my arm along the back of the couch. "Selling my body for a price to strangers, doing their bidding in order to fulfill their suppressed fantasies. What would you call that?"

The edge of the woman's mouth curled in a slight smile. "Effectively financially utilizing your assets and talents to the benefit of a frustrated social class."

I laughed out loud. "That might be a little hard to fit on a business card."

She smiled. "Then let's just say professional escort."

I stood and rested my hands at the small of my back and leaned back to stretch my spine, my full breasts straining against the knot of the towel. "You ever allow yourself to have any pleasures detective?"

"Sometimes."

I glanced over to catch her eyes studying my sculpted pubic mound peeking out from under the edge of my cover. "Sometimes?" I asked, leaning to the side and offering plenty of bare hip.

"Pleasures enough."

I sashayed over to her and raised a bare leg, stretching over across her lap and placing my foot on the arm of her chair. "Tell me; what turns you on detective?"

"I prefer straight sex."

"Yes yes," I sighed in exasperation, my hands caressing my satiny dark limb before her face. "But what turns you on?"

"What do you mean?"

"You ever sunbathe in the nude detective? You ever masturbate to a dirty movie? Hell, I doubt you ever seen a stag flick." I swung my leg down and rested one butt cheek on the arm of her chair. "You like to watch two people fucking -- maybe finger yourself off in the shadows? A little voyeurism, hmm?"

"I'm not a slave to my body like you are."

"Maybe you like it rough. The leather queen of discipline, a little spanking to get you going? Or perhaps you like to be the one tied up, a little hog-tie bondage now and then. Ever use those shiny handcuffs on yourself?"

"Hardly."

"Do black people turn you on, lady cop?" I lifted my leg and set my foot on the cushion by her knee, the towel slipping down to expose my naked calf. "Or are you one of those racist purists?"

"I'm not a racist." She touched her hand to my thigh intending to push my leg away.

I quickly put my hand over hers to keep it in place. "You ever feel a black girl before?" Her eyes jumped from my hand to my face and back down again. Either she was too startled to answer or her silence meant she had never been that close to a naked colored chick before. I gently eased her hand along my leg closer to my groin. "White clients think black women are exotic, intriguing, even a little taboo." I slid her hand to the crease at the top of my thigh, her fingers nearly touching my dark snatch. "What do you think detective?"

"I... I don't..." I could tell her breathing was becoming faster, her pulse accelerating.

I took her wrist in my hand and gradually eased her palm over to my damp vagina. "You ever have a taste for dark meat baby?" The woman touched my moist vagina and quickly withdrew her hand as if she had burned her fingers on an open flame. I chuckled and rose from her chair. "A little jumpy, aren't we?"

"Just... startled."

I laughed and sat on the arm of the couch. "Maybe just a little excited you mean."

Baker narrowed her eyes at me. "You don't like me much, do you?"

"Oh, I don't know," I mused. "Sometimes when you let your guard down and drop that hard-nosed bitch cop routine you can be quite pleasant."

"Maybe we just started off on the wrong foot," she frowned. "I want to protect you, find out who wants to kill you and solve Jacob's murder in the process. If we can't be friends, at least let's not be adversaries."

"I would prefer to be your friend, detective, but I tend to get a little testy when I feel caged up like this. I know you want to keep an eye on me, but I can't stay cooped up in your apartment for the rest of my life."

"A little patience would be nice, particularly since it's your ass hanging in the balance."

I stood and wandered around the room, adjusting the knot of the towel at my bosom. "You really think I'm in some kind of danger?"

"I don't know, but I'd sure as hell hate to lose you."

I turned to her, studying her face. "Why Louise Baker, I believe you're developing a liking to me."

She returned a wry smile. "It would just look bad on my record that's all."

"Liar." I grinned and moved back to her side. "You like me -- admit it."

"You're crazy."

"Oh, I know you," I leered, moving closer and gently touching my fingers to her cheek. "You put up this tough cop façade like you're always on the job protecting me, but deep down inside you really like hangin' with a wild gal like me." I drew a line around her ear and down the back of her neck. "Don't worry darling -- I won't rape you. I'm just an average woman with passions, desires, frailties and fears." I sighed, turning to the hallway. "I'm a woman that needs to feel loved."

"Jett?"

I paused at the hallway and turned back to my guardian. "Yeah baby?"

"Believe it or not," she said softly, a slight smile tugging the corner of her lips. "I really do like you."

I smiled brightly and flapped my wrist at her. "I kinda always knew you did."

"But not enough to sleep with you."

I chuckled and turned away as my fingers loosened the knot at my chest, peeling the towel away and baring my entire backside to her. "Sure better guard this sweet body honey," I smiled, swinging my wrap over a naked shoulder. "There may come a time when you change your mind."

I stood before the bathroom mirror combing the kinks out of my wet hair, the damp towel knotted around my chest. Out of the corner of my eye I caught my companion standing in the doorway, her shoulder leaning against the frame. "What's it like?"

"What?"

"Being an escort."

I shrugged a bare shoulder and continued combing my hair. "It's like being on a date. Sometimes dressy... sometimes casual. You just have to make sure the client has a good time."

"We're not prostitutes," I explained to the mirror. "We're dinner partners, dancing partners and sometimes we just sit and talk." I glanced over to catch her watching me from the doorway. "Of course, you can always fuck the client if you want to," I admitted candidly. "If both of you are willing and the guy is cute enough."

Louise nodded with understanding. "Consenting adults."

"Just like a real date."

"Except much classier and more expensive."

I grinned at my reflection in the glass. "That's why I really love this job so much."

She moved silently behind me, her hands gently resting on my bare shoulders. "Must be fun."

I set the comb on the counter, watching her face in the mirror as her hands softly caressed down the towel over my back to my waist. "Join me."

The woman looked up, her hands lightly holding my waist. "What?"

"Join me," I repeated, my eyes meeting hers in the glass. "Work with me -- as my partner. That way I can work my escort job and you can still keep an eye on me."

The cop lowered her eyes. "You said before I'm the escort type."

"Maybe not yet." I placed my hands over hers, watching her expression in the mirror. "You may be a little rough around the edges, but with a little polish you could pass for a real pro."

The girl smiled over my shoulder, a glint of sparkle in her green eyes. "You really think so?"

"Of course," I affirmed, pulling her hands around onto my tummy and bringing her closer into my back. "You have a dynamite body and a very cute smile."

"Thanks," she laughed, holding me close.

"You ever date, detective?"

"A little. Mostly with beer and pretzel guys."

"How do you feel about wearing formal gowns and diamonds?"

The lady cop smiled and tightened her embrace. "Sounds like a fantasy."

I caught her gaze flicking to my large chest within the towel. I raised my hands and unfastened the knot, the wrap slackening and dropping to my waist. I took her hands from my tummy and gently raised them to my hanging mounds. "Touch my tits," I whispered. The woman stiffened slightly and I knew I was making her uncomfortable. "As my partner and guardian, you'll have to get used to seeing me naked."

"Well... seeing, yes --"

"Haven't you ever touched a woman before?"

"Not like this. It seems so... intimate."

"There's nothing wrong with that," I stated soberly to the glass. "Two people should be allowed to touch one another, regardless if they happen to be the same gender."

Louise eased back, her hands on my bare hips, the towel between us slipping to the floor. "I'll go get you something to wear."

I placed my hands on hers to hold them on my hips. "To cover my nakedness so you won't feel so embarrassed?"

She released me and I quickly turned to stop her with a hand on her elbow. "I'm sorry... that was mean and uncalled for. I realize you're only trying to help me and I'm not making your job any easier."

The cop turned and offered a weak smile. "Forget it." She inclined her head to my bare chest. "Such a good¬ looking body might be much too tempting for a single gal to resist -- even if she was straight."

I glanced down at my bare torso and returned a wide smile. "I see what you mean."

Louise raised a hand and gently caressed her fingers along the side of my breast. "I wanted to touch your tits," she whispered, her fingers tentatively tracing a circle around the dark nipple. "I was just afraid I'd become gay."

"You're not gay," I murmured. I took her wrist and raised her fingers to my lips. "And neither am I."

The cop winked and gently withdrew her hand. "I'll remember that -- next time we go to bed together."

Louise disappeared into the bedroom and returned with one of her own tee shirts with the logo of some police academy across the chest. "Put this on," she grinned, tossing me the shirt.

"Thanks." I pulled on the oversized cotton shirt, the front barely covering my pubic area.

"You can sleep in it if you like."

"I sleep in the nude."

"Why am I not surprised?"

I slipped my arm through her elbow and led her from the bathroom. "I noticed you don't sleep in the buff."

"Must be a police academy thing. I want to feel like I'm ready for anything."

I chuckled lustily. "If you're naked and in bed with someone, you would be!" I led her toward the recliner. "You have the makings of a great escort Lou," I stated honestly. "Look at me. Hell, I was nothing but a lowly waitress before I got drafted into this gig and now I'm the answer to every man's erotic fantasy."

"Somehow I just can't see myself as every man's dream girl," she snorted, dropping into her chair.

I moved behind her and passed my fingers through her red locks. "Give yourself a chance," I cooed. "Put yourself in my hands and I'll make a completely different woman out of you."

"I think I have a good idea of the kind of woman I'd become if I put myself in your hands."

"First of all, you gotta loosen up baby," I stated massaging her tight shoulders and neck. "Hell, you're stiffer than Pee Wee's pecker at a beauty pageant."

"I... I don't usually... "

"You don't have other women touch you this way, I know."

"Well, yeah."

"It feels weird to have another woman give you pleasure," I nodded, kneading her muscles. "Do I make you uncomfortable?"

"No... not exactly."

"Relax, detective. I'm not going to rape you."

"I never thought you were."

"Of course you did. Somehow you got the impression I was a loose woman out to screw everything that moves."

Baker chuckled under her breath. "Now where on earth would I get that idea?"

"Falsely accused," I chuckled, rubbing my thumbs down over her shoulder blades. "I happen to be very choosy about whom I sleep with."

"Oh? Do tell!"

"In fact," I mused, tilting my head to one side. "I'm not sure I even have the desire to invite you to a wild romp in the sack with me."

Louise turned slightly, a trace of a smile on her lips. "I don't know if I should be relieved or insulted."

"Disappointed at least," I murmured conspiratorially close to her ear. "A wild night with a hot naked black chick is one not to be missed."

"Perhaps I'll find the courage to beg you to take me to bed later."

"Ho ho!" I exclaimed, moving around to her side. "What makes you think you'll get the chance later?"

"It's my job," she sighed with feigned weariness. "In order to protect you I have to go where you go -- sleep where you sleep --"

"Always the professional," I grunted. I returned to giving her a massage. "That's why you're so uptight. You gotta let your hair down once in a while. Be wild, daring, bold --"

"I'm not sure I know how."

"Tell you what... you keep this sexy black body from getting full of bullet holes and I'll teach you how to have a good time."

"Nothing that'll get us arrested I hope."

"Of course not."

"Deal."

"Lesson one," I stated firmly, coming around the chair to face her. "When you're in your own home it's permitted to go barefoot."

I lowered to my knees and began to unlace her shoes. "No, that's okay," she winced, placing her arm on my shoulder. "I can take them off myself."

I glanced up at her and smiled. "It's that being touched by a woman thing again," I grinned, removing her shoe. "You gotta get over it if we're going to be spending any time together."

She reddened and settled back in her chair. "Sorry." I could tell she was still uneasy about having a female servant undress her.

I removed her shoes and socks and gently massaged her bare feet. "Feel better?"

"Yeah." She smiled sheepishly. "It feels kinda silly though."

I laughed and rose to stand. "You think this is silly, wait until you see lesson two."

"What!?" she started, a tinge of panic in her voice.

"A professional escort is more than a nice figure and a pretty face," I explained, heading to the kitchen and rummaging through the cupboards. "One has to be highly trained in many various skills. You never know when a particular situation may arise that can put your abilities and resourcefulness to the test." I returned with a jar of Skippy and two spoons. "Lesson two -- the peanut butter principal."

Louise furrowed her brow with a puzzled expression. "What?"

I took her elbow and led her to the sofa. "Kneel on the couch with me." She did as I instructed, the two of us kneeling on the cushions facing one another. "Peanut butter is a great way to practice using your tongue."

"You've got to be kidding," she chuckled, accepting a spoon.

I opened the jar between us and scooped out a large dollop. "Your tongue is simply a muscle. You have to keep it in shape." I held the spoon a few inches from my mouth and swirled my tongue around the smooth creamy mound. "Try it."

Louise dug out a heaping lump and regarded it dubiously. She slowly extended her tongue and tentatively tasted the spread. "Good God girl!" I exclaimed. "You act like you never tasted peanut butter before!"

"Not this way."

"Try this." I stuck out my tongue, flicking only the very tip up and down and across the scoop.

Louise laughed with amusement. "Damn, you're talented!"

"Stick with me baby," I grinned, sensuously licking the underside of the spoon. "Before you know it you'll be a tongue-fucking pro."

The woman tried her best to move her tongue in clockwise circles. "Is this what they teach you in escort school?"

"Nope," I reflected, digging out another scoop. "In college, believe it or not. My parents sent me away to an all-girl school out east. We sure had some first-class professional kitty-lickers in those dorm rooms, let me tell you sister."

"So, you prefer women," my guardian remarked offhandedly.

I pondered thoughtfully. "I guess I would classify myself as being bisexual. Both sexes have certain attractions that are totally different from one another. I suppose I'll never be completely one way or the other."

"Check this out," the woman laughed. Her tongue picked a tiny chunk of spread on the very tip.

I leaned forward and quickly scraped the peanut butter off her tongue with mine. "Mmm," I murmured. "Tasty." I smiled demurely at my friend, cattily licking my spoon. "You ever kiss a girl?"

"Nope."

"Want to kiss me?"

Louise wrinkled her brow. "I'm not sure."

I leaned closer and gently pressed my lips to hers, my tongue softly snaking into her mouth to tangle with her tongue. I drew back and regarded her thoughtfully. "How was it?"

The policewoman cocked her head, her tongue probing the corner of her mouth. "Peanut buttery." Louise accidentally dropped a glob of peanut butter from her spoon onto her lap. "Oops!"

"I'll get that." I quickly bent over and licked it off her shorts.

"Yikes!" she squealed springing back.